THE HOLLOW MAN

This composition is dedicated to all the MEN who belong to this materialistic world, lead a hollow life, of irrelevance. They do not realize the worth of their life. In other words, a 21Century MAN.

There he stands, 
a "HOLLOW" man who breathes, 

Yet, his soul is dead.

He breathes loud as to make his presence felt,

But inside of him lies, a "heart of darkness".

He swells with pride, he swoons with pretense,

He rejoices in his gluttonous self.

His egotism knows no human bounds,

He is aloof from others' selves.

He is a zombie, who moves hence and forth,

Without contemplating all that's around him.

He looks wretched in all his conceited ways,

He only hears the disdainful words he says.

He, whose wealth, knows no bounds,

Does not realize, what future course his life abounds.

His life is forfeited, his future is doomed.

And concentrated all in its own.

Unawares that one day he will be one with the dust,

He freely lets his soul to wilt and rust.

And, that one fine day, when he becomes one,

With the soil, from where he sprung,
No one recognizes him

As he lays in his death-bed,

All they hear is an echo,
From the hollow of his morbid body and dark soul.

"HERE LIES THE HOLLOW MAN, WHO ONCE EXISTED, WITH A "HEART OF DARKNESS"

Longing to Travel!

Here, my thoughts and memories,
Dissolve, diffuse and dissipate,
in order to recreate,
a world of fascination and imagination,
And my heart longs to travel.


The true beauty lies in nature,
pure, authentic, exemplary in all its virtues,
which satiates the traveler in me,
And her longing for eternal bliss.


I frame the beauty of the moments,
in the form of words,
whilst I travel to destinations,
Distant and exotic.


I explore the visual aspects,
from various angles,
only to amuse myself,
and the traveller in me.

I tread on untravelled roads,
to capture the magic of an exotic place,
in my eyes, my memories, and my camera,
in all its vividness and resplendence.


Exposing myself to the sunsets and sunrise,
in all its rich and vibrant colors,
bright sky contrasting with scape,
Infuse life into me as would the colors on a canvas.


There is no dearth of amusement,
when I let my soul loose,
to explore the play of light and shadow in the mountains,
rainbows, waterfalls, seashores, the sunny beaches,
the lakeside, the plains, the deserts!


I've seen them all,
in all their splendor,
I've felt the warmth of a sunrise,
on a seashore,
I've felt the scorching heat,
in a desert.


I've felt the thrill,
of traveling through a jungle,
I've mashed up through,
the rush in metropolitans,
I've ached my neck,
Looking at the skyscrapers.


I've felt the rush during an ATV ride,
or during a safari,
I've walked into the sea,
I've taken long, tiring flights.


I've been there, done that,
Still, my eyes long for more.
I've traveled a lot,
Still, my soul is a wanderer.


There are places to go, 
Before I rest in peace.
There are patterns, details, and abstracts in nature,
That I want to observe.
Those mysteries need to be unraveled.


I want to soak myself in nature,
in its purest avatar.
Those far away, mystical places,
fascinate me,
Those interesting remote islands,
haunt me in my dreams.


I AM A CONSTANT RESTLESS SPIRIT,
and will remain! 
TILL I BREATHE MY LAST.